The true intellectual circus superstar would be he who could properly make nouns and verbs lie down and roll over together.
A cynic’s just a sorehead with a degree, and a critic’s just a cynic with a job.
One difference between Men and their gods is that the latter know how to properly pretend.
One other City sorehead noted, “Tis at least some comfort to realize that even though not all art is art, or all truth, truth, you CAN rely on the fact that all shit IS shit.”
a good memory.